The Last Four Things (The Left Hand of God #2)

...and what is a good weapon but a good idea made murderous flesh?

B?h není n?jaký kriminálník, který podvádí v kartách. Chce, abychom se jeho zákony ?ídili svobodn?, z vlastní v?le. Ani B?h nedokáže nakreslit kulatý ?tverec. B?h je osam?lý - chce, aby si lidé poslušnost sami zvolili, a ne aby k ní byli p?inuceni strachem.

Do you have any idea how mad you sound?’
‘Indeed I do. I have in moments of doubt considered the question of my sanity.’ (...)
‘And?’
‘Then I consider what a piece of work is man. How defective in reason, how mean his facilities, how ugly in form and movement, in action how like a devil, in apprehension how like a cow. The beauty of the world? The paragon of animals? To me the quintessence of dust.

Even for the very clever it can be like breaking bones to stand back from something that’s been in front of you all your life.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Hypocrites,’ replied Cale, ‘I’ve come across a lot of them recently. I mean by that I understand now how many of them there are.

In such a beast as this..." (he means the army)"...it was the collective power that went, collapsing like a long-exhausted animal, at once falling under its own weight as much as that of its enemy. It was a collective death and not a matter of bravery or even strength, and once it was down it was finished as a battle.

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.

It's pointless to blame someone for being themselves and looking to their own interests.

Lidské srdce je malé, touží ale po velkých v?cech. Nesta?í ani zasytit psa, ale celý sv?t pro n?j není dost velký.

Many are called, few are chosen.

Nemá smysl zlobit se na n?koho za to, že je sám sebou a stará se o vlastní zájmy.

Nikdy nep?erušuj nep?ítele, když se dopouští omylu.

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

Sometimes, war being the unjust and drastic creature it is, those in whom he invested hopes took an arrow in the chest, the useless, by chance, thrived to irritate him another day.

That’s why it’s much better not to have friends if you have the strength of character to do without them. In the end friends always turn into a nuisance of one kind or another. But if you must have them let them alone and accept that you must allow everyone the right to exist in accordance with the character he has, whatever it turns out to be.

The battle had been as hideous as you might expect between one side who were simply not afraid to die and another who regarded death as merely a door to the eternal life.

...the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone.

The heart of a man is a small thing but it desires great matters. It is not big enough for a dog’s dinner but the whole world is not big enough for it. Man spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing. From the lamb he tears its guts and makes his harp resound; from the wolf his most deadly tooth to polish his pretty works of art; from the elephant his tusks to make a toy for his child.(...)And who will exterminate him who exterminates all others?

The search for knowledge and the discovery of a great weapon are virtually one and the same. War is the father of everything.

We are all cynics now, I suppose, and even a mewling infant knows that to save a life is to make an eternal enemy.

Whatever discoveries have been made in the land of self-delusion, many undiscovered regions remain to be explored.